Roberta Writes – Tanka Tuesday and other poems #poetry #photographs

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Colleen’s challenge:

This week: Your writing invitation is to compose a series of three dodoitsu.

“The dodoitsu is a Japanese poetic form developed towards the end of the Edo Period, which came to an end in 1868. As with most Japanese forms, the dodoitsu does not have meter or rhyme constraints, focusing on syllables instead.”

WritersDigest.com

Below you will find three kigo phrases that pertain to the northern hemisphere and the southern hemisphere (5 syllables each). Use one kigo phrase in each of your three poems.

  • #1: “early winter dusk”
  • #2: “chilly north winds blow”
  • #3: “warmth around the hearth”

For the southern hemisphere:

  • #1: “dusk in the garden”
  • #2: “fine weather bird songs”
  • #3: “early summer clouds”
  1. Please write each of your dodoitsu with this syllable count: 7-7-7-5.
  2. All the Poetry Resources links you need to create your poem are here: https://tankatuesday.com/2023/11/28/24-seasons-syllabic-poetry-challenge-no-10-11-28-23-part-ii-light-snow-november-22-december-6-shosetsu-%e5%b0%8f%e9%9b%aa/
  3. You must use one kigo word phrase in each of your three dodoitsu poems.

Early summer

Sky still blue, clouds catch sun’s rays

As it descends in the West

Heavens burn with orange fire

Dusk in the garden

***

Perseverance brings success

Fine new nest gains acceptance

Weaver’s excited cheep joins

Fine weather bird songs

***

Stifling heat hangs heavily

Fine drops decorate hairline

People await relief from

Early summer cloud

Pretty in Blue (Shadorma)

Hydrangeas

In floral print frocks

Fifty shades

Of bright blue

Nature’s exhibitionists

Seeking attention

Spin the Wheel

Wheel of fortune spins

As threatening clouds gather

How will heatwave end?

With rejuvenating rain

or with destructive hail balls

Imagine

This poem is sad, only read it if you don’t mind being saddened.

Imagine

Taking your living

Beating heart

Putting it to sleep

With sweet smelling strawberry gas

Handing it with care

To men in white

With masks

And glove covered hands

To probe

And fix

And mend

Now imagine

Doing that

Forty-two times

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          7. Oh! Robbie God bless you all. Thank goodness both boys are safe. I can’t imagine how you are feeling. I pray Michael will be home and safe with you all today.💜💜💜🧁🧁

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    1. Hi John, thank you. I am lucky to have three male weaver birds in the garden and on permanent hadeda called Eleanor. Sometimes Eleanor has friends because my dad has been feeding her cat food. She loves it and invites friends for tea – grin!

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    1. Hi Tim, the operations are a lot longer and more complex than I thought. I was in an anxiety overdrive last week Friday. I’m sure you’ve experienced it with your background – when your body is full of adrenaline and everything seems too bright and too loud.

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  16. Oh dear, Robbie, your two sons are so brave (and you too).
    I’m so impressed with your lovely poems and I’m rather jealous about the three male weavers. There are several young male and female weavers in my garden and I’m hoping we’ll stay.

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  19. Pretty in Blue is a winner for me. Well, they are all winners, but Pretty in Blue stands out to me. The photo & poem make me think of the new Art Gown I’m making.
    Yes, Imagine is sad. Sometimes we need to be evocative. Thanks for the great writing Robbie!

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  20. Gorgeous imagery, Robbie. The last poem hit deeply, and my heart goes out to you. One of my sons faces another surgery, this one more precarious than the last. Very worrisome for any parent, but 19 and 23 surgeries — I can’t even imagine. ❤️💔❤️

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  26. A beautiful dodoitsu, Robbie, that paints a vivid picture of the world and the heat outside your door. And the shardoma was exquisite – those exhibitionist flowers. 🙂 And I could feel your worry and fatigue in the last poem. I imagine the poem is about Michael’s surgery. As a mom, it must be desperately hard on you to see your child endure so much, over and over again. Sending light and love your way.

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